Breaking Fate

“Home,” I whisper as I stumble in the door. It had been a hectic morning trying to get to Aiden’s dentist appointment. I had been, and was, dressed in PJ’s and we had been 17 minutes late. That was our morning. I put my purse down on the table and stumble upstairs to get dressed.

“How abo-,” I start saying, but am interrupted by the doorbell. “How about you go upstairs and play with your cars,” I suggest to Aiden as I head to the door to see who it was. He just nods and scampers upstairs. I walk over to the door and check through the peep hole. It’s Harry. I groan, but open the door anyway. “Can we please talk,” he says as soon as the door starts opening. “Good afternoon to you too,” I say sarcastically. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “You need something,” I ask as I give him a ‘speak now’ look. “Yah, I actually need to talk to you about earlier,” he murmurs. “Ok,” I say flatly. “Will you go on a date with me,” he says and pulls out, from behind his back, a bouquet of red roses. I’m left speechless. “Why are you asking me,” I finally stutter. “You make me feel something that I only felt once before. Love. The last time though, it was a bad love. I want to start over,” he whispers. I just stare at the ground. I had felt that before. Just like him though, it was a bad love. “Come over tonight. I want to tell you something,” I say calmly, “Do you know anyone that can watch the kids,” I add. He stands there for a second with his brows furrowed. “My parents can watch them,” he says. “Perfect,” I say and add, “can I drop Aiden off at your house and you can take them?” he just nods. “Thank you,” I say and genuinely smile at him. I softly close the door and look down at the roses in my arms. I smile again and sniff at them. As I pull my nose away, I feel something hard nick it. I stick my fingers in the bouquet and pull out a piece of paper. It reads: I want to start over. I regret what happened last time. I don’t think I will regret what may happen this time. –Harry. I just stand there. Tonight will explain a lot.

I creep out of the house and open the gate leading to his backyard. I walk over to one of the pool chairs and take a seat, waiting for him. Five minutes later, he emerges from the house wearing only a pair of sweatpants that hung really low on his hips. My eyes got really big. “Like the view,” he chuckles. “Asshole,” I mutter. “So you wanted to talk,” he says as he takes a seat next to me. “Yah. I wanted to tell you something I have never told anyone……….I want to tell you my past. It might explain a little about me,” I murmur. He just gives a slight nod. “The last time I was with a guy, it was Aiden’s dad. His name was Troy. I was young when I feel in love with him. I fell in love with him when I was 16. We had a steady relationship when it started out. He was always pestering me to do stuff I didn’t want to do though. I finally gave in when I was 18. I quickly fell pregnant with Aiden. He was thrilled about the baby, but a few months before I was due, his family died in a car accident. He started drinking and taking drugs. He lost his job, and he spent most of his time with his friends at the bar. I thought it was only a phase so I let it go, but then he started abusing me. I had so many cuts, scars, bruises, and broken or fractured bones that I was embarrassed to go out in public. When my water broke, Troy threw me against the wall and beat me over the head with a broom handle for getting his bedroom floor wet. When he finally threw me out the door to go to the hospital, I could barely walk to the car. I drove myself to the hospital and dragged myself into the waiting room. My head was bleeding, my dress was torn, a few of my knuckles were broken from the broom handle, and my whole body was blue and purple with bruises. The nurse quickly rushed me to a room and Aiden was born a few hours later. The nurse, her name is Christy, actually became one of my closest friends and she cleaned up my bloody head and bandaged my broken knuckles for no cost. I owe her more than I can give her. So when Aiden came out, he was surprisingly in average health. So I was able to take him home a few days later. But before I left, Christy gave me her phone number and told me to call if I needed anything. I never thought I’d need that phone call until a few weeks after Aiden was born. When I stepped through the door with Aiden, Troy was standing by the door with a knife in his hand and asked, “Where were you?” I just held out Aiden and Troy grabbed him. He took him and dropped him on the couch. I screamed and tried to run to him, but Troy slammed me against the wall and every time I squirmed to try and get to the crying baby, he gave me a cut on the arm with the knife. This went on for a few weeks until we had a huge fight. He had thrown Aiden across the room and Aiden started screaming. I ran to him but couldn’t pick him up because Troy threw me against the wall and chucked a beer bottle at me causing my arms to start bleeding. I had finally had enough of him hurting Aiden. I picked up my hair dryer that was sitting on the table and threw it at him. It hit him hard in the head and he stumbled into a chair, flying backwards and taking the chair with him. I grabbed Aiden and made a dash for the door, but Troy came at me with a knife and stabbed me in the leg. I went backwards into the kitchen sink and Aiden landed on the counter. He screamed so loud I thought his vocal cords would give out. I threw the pail of water that was in the sink, at him and he slipped on the floor, ramming his head into the cabinets. When he got up I could tell he was seeing double. I grabbed Aiden and Troy’s car keys, and ran out the door. I floored the gas pedal and threw the car out of the parking garage. I sped down the road and did the one thing I never thought I’d do, I called Christy and asked for help. She gave me her address and when I got there, she did help me. I stayed with her for about 6 months and then I got an apartment. I bought an apartment next to hers, and got a job that supported me and Aiden. When I turned 21 though, a bank account opened for me. My parents had been saving money for me, and I inherited their money. So, 4 years later I felt financially secure enough to move to England because there were too many bad memories in New York. So here I am,” I finish and pull away from Harry because I can feel the tears that are forming in my eyes. As the tears begin to fall, I can feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into him. "I'm broken, I'm useless, my past haunts me," I cry out. "And I regret my past, but we both know we don't regret what came out of it," he whispers. I just sit there. I couldn't move. I had just told someone the one thing I vowed never to share with anyone. My past.

Notes

It finally happened! My computer finally broke last night when I was going to post the chapter! I am borrowing a friends computer right now. So there you go, hope you enjoy!